Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.